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Eleven ([personal profile] savingthrows) wrote in [community profile] logsinthenight 2019-10-07 02:27 am (UTC)

No, not wind...

[She taps the side of her head, then, and shrugs. She doesn't understand how it works exactly, just that it does. She knows there's something vast in her mind, that void she can enter to find people, and she can tap into that and draw from it for more. It's something that is not entirely foreign, but part of her, though she does not know whether it comes from her originally.

After a moment Eleven stretches out a hand, concentrates. She's nearly tapped out, so it's a bigger effort than normal, but she only wants to show him. He's... not quite like her, but like her enough that something in her is desperate for the connection, desperate to prove herself to him and show that for all that makes them different, they are indeed alike.

Her lantern wobbles in the sand and then rises up a little with a small thrum of energy. No wind, just Eleven's eyes locked on in concentration. She lowers it after only a moment, takes a steadying breath and then looks at Jason again.]</small Like that.

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